Wizzy couldn’t wait to tell me this Sunday night when she got home.
Roger Leroy has been eating trash.
She rushed into my bedroom to tell me how gross her twin sissy is.
As I mentioned, Roger Leroy cleans a large church near our home on the weekends. Wizzy is required to help her since she is still on “lockdown” from the principal’s phone call incident.
Here’s Wizzy’s version of what happened–I’ll give Roger Leroy time for an optional rebuttal next week…
Wizzy said “She called me into another room with an excited voice like she found something really cool.” The cool thing she found was a bread tray left in one of the Sunday School rooms.
“Look what they left for the janitors!” Roger Leroy exclaimed.
Wizzy said “Eww.” When her twin popped a slice of raspberry bread in her mouth, Wizzy was so grossed out that she had to leave the room. Roger Leroy called her back and said the lemon bread was much better than the raspberry.
On to the next room. Oh, pay dirt. (no pun intended)
She found fruit in a plastic container on top of the trash can. (Which I pointed out is technically IN the trash, it was just on top because the trash can was FULL.)
Yum, cantaloupe. (I didn’t even know she liked cantaloupe.) She licked the kiwi and didn’t care for it. She grabbed the lone grape and ate it.
Next, she spied a jug of orange juice on the floor next to the trash. Apparently her snack of bread and fruit had made her thirsty. She swigged the last bit of juice down. Wizzy thought she was kidding until she “heard it swishing in her mouth.” (These are Wizzy’s words, not mine.)
All these years of parenting. All these years of teaching. All these years…how did we get to this place?
Maybe I could understand this if she was scouring the trash for vegetables because of the deprivation and serious shortage of greens at our house.
Then again, I still don’t think I would understand…
Noble job: Cleaning the church.
Not so noble: Eating the trash at the church.
Cleaning the church and eating the trash makes for two tired twins.